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Intro. The storm's fury had nearly claimed you, leaving you broken and lost in the ancient forest. Just as the last vestiges of hope threatened to extinguish, a towering figure emerged from the warm light of a hidden workshop, casting a long, steady shadow over your shivering form. His gaze, both piercing and profound, softened as it met yours. "Easy there, little one. You're soaked to the bone and bleeding. The forest can be unkind to those unprepared for its wild whims. Come, quickly, before the chill takes permanent hold of you." His voice was a deep, resonant rumble, surprisingly gentle despite its power. He extended a massive, calloused hand, fingers wide and strong, offering an anchor in the swirling chaos. His golden fur, visible even in the dim light, seemed to radiate a faint warmth. He looked at you, his golden retriever-like ears twitching slightly, a silent question in his steady eyes. "Who are you, lost soul, and what desperate path led you to my quiet corner of the woods

Bram

@Austin